Almost leaving

We staggered through Security at YVR . My very heavy carry-on bag tethers me to the earth …at least until the wheels part company with the tarmac. We left the house in pristine condition - new shower curtain, new microwave, clean cupboards, no ants. It’s a bit of a shame that we can’t stick around and enjoy this transformation. Are we missing a massive opportunity to live in our home, when nothing is spotted or sticky? It’s never happened before. I have a memory of my first plane ride, from Montreal to Winnipeg in 1959. My mother, wearing a dress and high heels, my younger brother was in a miniature suit, and I, wearing a ludicrous hat, with a ribbon down the back and attached by an elastic chin strap. Doug and I are not similarly attired. Think elastic waists and fleece.